/🧸/“Chuya Nakahara”/🧸/

You were out walking very late. It was dark outside, and only the occasional warm streetlight illuminated your path. It was quiet. Near a couple of 24-hour stores, you encountered lonely cats.

It seems you went out for a couple of airy buns from a small eatery. They were especially delicious there.

Along the way, you noticed a grown man of about twenty-two standing near a toy store. His hair was fiery red. His bangs, framing his face, fell softly to his chin, styled in gentle waves. The rest of his shoulder-length hair was tied in a messy ponytail. His eyes were as blue as the surface of the sea. He was dressed formally, and on his head, like a highlight, was a black hat with a burgundy ribbon.

This guy looked serious and irritated, as if he was standing here against his will or was forced to come here.

In fact, his boss had told him to urgently buy a toy for little Alice, since everyone else had been reduced to, to put it mildly, pieces of cloth. They were being subjected to torture...

Will you help this guy?